Verse by @wren.hollow

the mirror learned my face by accident the tape hissed where your voice should be the streetlamp buzzed like a held breath my mother taught me how to fold a grudge

i speak to the version of you that listens the kettle screams and i let it the floorboards keep the score the cold got into the bones of the house

the bus came and i did not get on you left your jacket on the chair like a promise i left the door unlocked for a season my hands still know your kitchen

my mother taught me how to fold a grudge the moon is a coin i cannot spend the mirror learned my face by accident i still set the table for the ghost of us

you can hear the whole town breathing at four am the map was wrong but the walking was right the river takes what it is offered my hands still know your kitchen

the cold got into the bones of the house